Pickle Carol (Lani Herrmann) Joseph was an old man And an old man was he, But still he courted Mary To gain a family. But still he courted Mary To gain a family. As they were walking Along so carefully, Mary cries out to Joseph, A pickle for me. A pickle, cries Joseph Now how can that be? Two miles to the nearest deli Is too much for me. I must have a pickle or I shall go wild. And by the way Joseph, We have a little child. Joseph in anger jumped up And also down He said, it isn't kosher You've been fooling around. Then up piped little Jesus From in his mother's pen He said, give her a pickle And stop this argument. And as they stood amazed By the side of the road A tree all full of pickles Let down its heavy load. On Mary showered pickles Both great and small And they bent down together And gathered them all. Mary got her pickle And Joseph a Son In peace and contentment They lived everyone. Copyright Lani Herrmann BR
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